Page 135 of Driftwood Daffodil

I think I let out a groan, I couldn’t really hear anything past the pain radiating through my hip bone. All I could do was lay there and wait for the fog in my mind to clear. Gio was pissed, that much I could tell. His deep tone vibrated through the air mingling with the ache coursing through me.

When his fuzzy form popped over the edge of the bed, he said something. I couldn’t be sure what it was but I thought it was something along the lines of ‘What the fuck is wrong with you’. Then again that could’ve just been me asking myself that question.

“Hello,” Gio’s fingers snapped in front of my clearing vision. “I asked you a question.”

Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe he was cold.

I groaned and coughed out, “I have the blankets.”

There was a moment of silence where I could feel the arch of annoyance that pulled at Gio’s brow. He did not look happy. Excellent. I wasn’t happy either. But I was warm.

Grinning up at him, I greedily tucked the bedding tightly around me.

“What the fuck are you so pleased about?”

“How’s that cold air feel?” I may be on the floor, but he was the one exposed.

He glared down at me and smacked his lips together. “Do you think you won something?”

Kind of.

“You haven’t won shit.”

I think I did.

Sighing, I snuggled deeper into Gio’s soft blanket. I might just have to take these with me.

“You are insufferable.”

“Thank you.” I took that as a complement.

Apparently he didn’t agree because the muscle in his jaw tensed as his eyes darkened. “What the fuck were you doing in my bed?”

How the hell should I know? One minute I was dancing and next I was in the lion’s den. A better questions was…

“Why am I in your house?”

Gio wasn’t even at the bonfire, was he? What did he do, show up and wait until I was too drunk to argue being whisked away to his lair?

“You want to know why you’re in my house?”

“Ah, yeah. That’s why I asked the question.” Did he not understand how these things worked?

“Do you think you’re smart?”

“Clearly I’m smarter than you.” It was a fairly basic concept. Someone asked something, and someone else answered it. Not exactly complicated. Neither was spelling the word whore.

My eyes narrowed.

Gio narrowed his.

Next thing I knew his hand shot out and wrapped around my throat. That seemed to be his go to thing, and I was getting really tired of it. Did he have any idea how much concealer I had to use to hide the bruises? Not that I could’ve told him that. I was too busy choking on his grip while he dragged me back in the bed and slammed me on the mattress.

His angry form loomed over me, “You want to know why you’re fucking here?”

Right now, I just wanted to catch my breath. I was beginning to wonder if Gio had a personal vendetta against oxygen.

“Someone fucking drugged you!”

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